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Lydia was exceedingly fond of him. He was her dear Wickham on

every occasion; no one was to be put in competition with him. He

did everything best in the world; and she was sure he would kill

more birds on the first of September than anybody else in the

country.

One morning, soon after their arrival, as she was sitting with

her two elder sisters, she said to Elizabeth,--

"Lizzy, I never gave you an account of my wedding, I believe. You

were not by, when I told mamma, and the others, all about it. Are

not you curious to hear how it was managed?"

"No, really," replied Elizabeth; "I think there cannot be too

little said on the subject."

"La! You are so strange! But I must tell you how it went off. We

were married, you know, at St. Clement's, because Wickham's

lodgings were in that parish. And it was settled that we should

all be there by eleven o'clock. My uncle and aunt and I were to

go together; and the others were to meet us at the church.